The Tao is far away

Situ took a breath, and his tone suddenly became serious: "This is a technique I once obtained that can cultivate divine consciousness, called "Ming Yue"."

As Situ finished his words, he seemed to have used up his remaining strength, stretched out his hand and grabbed, and those floating words seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and all gathered in his palm.

He continued, "Boy, you have to think carefully about whether you want to practice this technique. This path cannot be copied, you must walk it yourself."

Wang hesitated for a while and looked at Situ deeply, but in his eyes, there was a firm light flashing. He still made up his mind and said, "Master, I will practice!"

"Didn't you say that you wanted to use the power of your divine thoughts to assist in your resurrection? For you, I am willing to try and take this path that no one has ever walked before!" Wang Chi said in a firm tone.

Situ looked at Wang Chi, with a complex emotion in his eyes. He saw Wang Chi's determination and felt the infinite possibilities of this young man's future.

"Oh, don't worry, for you and me, I will do my best to teach you." Situ said softly, and then his voice became serious: "Close your eyes! I will give you the first level of the technique first."

Wang Chi did as he was told and closed his eyes. Situ slowly placed his phantom hand on Wang Chi's forehead, and the Dark Moon technique in his hand began to flow into Wang Chi's mind word by word.

Wang Chi felt a cool feeling spreading in his mind, without a trace of discomfort. This was very different from the feeling he had when Situ taught him other secret techniques.

He felt his consciousness gradually immersed in this mysterious technique, as if a door to a new world had been opened.

"The spirit is restrained, the mind follows the thoughts, the knowledge is clear, the moonlight rotates..."

Wang Chi opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The ancient books in my mind emit a faint glow, as if they contain incredible power.

Gazing at those ethereal words in my mind, my heart was filled with shock and awe.

"Is this the first level of "Dark Moon"? It's really mysterious." He said in a low voice, then closed his eyes and began to carefully comprehend the skills that emerged in his mind.

Deep in his consciousness, a quiet space quietly unfolds. This is his sea of ​​​​consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness is produced here.

Suddenly, a steady voice sounded in his ears: "Boy, have you seen a big millstone in your sea of ​​consciousness?"

Wang Chi did not hesitate, his spiritual consciousness immersed in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

In his perception, the sea of ​​consciousness was extremely calm, but in this endless deadness, there was indeed an ancient millstone standing quietly.

It looks extremely ordinary, but it exudes an eternal atmosphere, as if it has witnessed the changes of countless years.

"This first level of cultivation requires the divine consciousness to be repeatedly crushed by this millstone to nourish the divine consciousness."

Situ Weiyan's voice came again, with a hint of nostalgia. "When I got this technique, I only practiced it a little bit, and didn't even reach the threshold of the first level."

Wang Chi couldn't help but frown when he heard this: "Ah? Is it so difficult to practice this method?"

Situ Weiyan chuckled: "Hehe, how could this heaven-defying technique be simple?"

After a moment, Situ's tone became heavy: "Thanks to this method, I was able to remain in the world as a soul after my Nascent Soul dissipated." His expression dimmed, as if he was recalling the past.

"It is also thanks to this method that my soul and body are immortal even though I am being ground by the millstone every day."

"It's a pity that I'm seriously damaged now. If I'm crushed again, I'll disappear."

Wang Chi felt the sadness in Situ Weiyan's words. He knew that this senior had experienced unimaginable hardships.

Wang Chi stood in the center of the millstone, his spiritual body condensed as solid as a real thing in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Following the guidance of his thoughts, the ancient millstone began to turn slowly, making a heavy and harsh sound, as if it was the oldest whisper between heaven and earth.

Every groove on the millstone seemed to be engraved with traces of time. When they rolled over Wang Chi's spiritual body, the pain was not only a mental tearing, but also made his body feel ten times the pain through the connection with spiritual consciousness.

Cold sweat kept coming out from his forehead and sliding down his cheeks. Every drop of sweat contained his challenge to the limit and his persistence in the unknown.

This kind of soul-stirring vibration almost made Wang Chi's consciousness begin to drift. He felt like a small boat, swaying in the storm and could be swallowed up by the ruthless waves at any time.

But his will was as firm as a rock. He knew that this was the hardship he had to go through in practicing "Dark Moon" and the only way to temper his spiritual consciousness.

As the millstone turned, the originally lifeless sea of ​​consciousness began to become turbulent.

Waves of spiritual power surged like the tide. They continued to condense under the pressure of the millstone, becoming more refined and powerful.

Wang Chi felt that his consciousness seemed to be gradually becoming more resilient in this endless torture.

Despite the unbearable pain, he clenched his teeth and refused to make any sound.

As time went by, Wang Chi felt that his spiritual body was becoming increasingly unable to bear the constant crushing of the millstone.

Every time it ran over him, it felt like his soul was being torn apart, causing him extreme pain.

He knew that if he continued like this, his consciousness might suffer irreversible damage, or even be crushed into cerebral palsy.

At this critical moment, Wang Chi made a decision. His spiritual body slowly left the millstone and stopped this almost self-abuse practice.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, his spiritual body gradually stabilized. He noticed that after this torture, his spiritual body had indeed become more solid, and the vague spiritual thoughts seemed to have increased a bit. Although he was tired, he felt as if he had been reborn.

"Good boy, you can actually hold on for half an hour!" Situ Weiyan's voice sounded beside Wang Chi's ears, full of surprise and admiration. "Back then, when I was already at the Nascent Soul stage, I could only hold on for the duration of an incense stick when practicing this method."

Situ Weiyan's words also made Wang Chi understand that even the senior strong men had gone through such a painful experience, which made him more determined on his own path of cultivation.

Even Wang Chi himself was shocked by his own pain tolerance. It was unbelievable that he could persist in two hours of intense training in just a few days!

His spiritual consciousness has become so condensed through constant refinement that it has even split into a spiritual consciousness crystal.

"This is truly astonishing. A cultivator in the mere Qi Refining Stage actually has a spiritual crystal." Situ couldn't help but express his sincere admiration.

The so-called spiritual consciousness crystal is condensed after the spiritual consciousness has grown to the limit of the current realm.

"In this way, the refined corpse can play a huge role. It is undoubtedly the most suitable to be used as an external incarnation."

Wang Chi endured the pain and finally condensed nine spiritual consciousness crystals, which was the limit of the first level of "Underworld Moon".

Situ asked Wang Chi to gather the nine crystals together, and a differentiated body similar to the origin of Wang Chi's spiritual consciousness appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The next step is to inject the differentiated body into the refined corpse.